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Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyes shook slightly.

He was quite sure that he had heard correctly, the name that the girl just blurted out was - Giotto.

Vongola I, Giotto·Vongole.

He smiled: "Hi, I'm Sawada Tsunayoshi."

Fenghe, who soon came to his senses, shook hands with him dully: "Hi, I'm Li Fenghe." As she regained her senses, she played back the first words of Sawada Tsunayoshi after opening the door in her mind.

"Welcome to the Pengo Li family."

Vengley.

Vengley...?

If she remembers correctly, Giotto's family seems to be called Peng Lie...?

She also followed Giotto to Vengley in that era.

Feng He followed the brown-haired young man into the reception room in a daze.

It turns out that the Vengley organization has grown to the tenth generation?

This time without Sawada Tsunayoshi's words, Fenghe took the initiative to take out the pocket watch.As soon as the pocket watch was opened, the hands of the pocket watch ignited an orange flame.

At the same time, the Vongola Ring worn by Sawada Tsunayoshi also ignited the same fire.

"This is...?" Feng He looked at the pocket watch in surprise: "Did I not light the flame?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi raised the hand that was wearing the Vongola ring with the Ozora attribute: "Let him tell you about the specific situation." As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of light shone from the ring.

Feng He stared blankly at the figure she was once very familiar with appearing in front of her.

The young man's blond hair is still as soft and dazzling as before, but the blue eyes in the past are replaced by the orange red when the flames are lit. The young man's eyes fell on her, and the original frosty expression on his face was helpless after a moment of stagnation. He smiled softly: "It's you."

"Giotto?" Feng He called out uncertainly.

What a miraculous phenomenon! ?

"I'm Giotto, and I'm not." The young man took out his own pocket watch, which was the same as the one in Feng He's hand: "The Giotto that I gave you doesn't exist in this parallel time and space."

Fenghe had only experienced the setting of parallel time and space in the last world not long ago, so this time he fully accepted it well.

"Then... can I still see him?" Feng He asked without hope even though he thought it was impossible.

Giotto buckled his own pocket watch and smiled: "It's impossible, but who made you wear this?"

Bailan Jesso once used a special method to bring himself from the parallel world to this world, but another Bailan Jesso in the parallel time and space also paid a high price for this, becoming neither human nor ghost ghost.

That's because Bran Jesso is a real person.

And they are consciousness bodies that only exist in Vengley's ring. Compared with normal people, there is no limit to traveling in parallel time and space. They only need a medium as a guide to guide them to the correct world.

Often, the hardest step is finding the medium that will act as a guide.

But the girl happened to be holding something that was most suitable as a medium.

A pocket watch that he used in another world, made from the cornerstone of the world.With this pocket watch, he in another world can easily go back and forth between the two worlds.

Giotto turned around and injected part of the flames into Vongola's ring: "Tenth, it's up to you next."

Sawada Tsunayoshi, who had been silent on the sidelines, had been thinking about how the girl had met Vongola I hundreds of years ago and got a pocket watch, but he thought again, and even had a rocket launcher for ten years Why is it so strange that there is a miracle that can span time and space among tens of millions of people?

Wasn't their parallel world the only miracle among tens of millions of parallel worlds?

Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled and nodded with a familiar tone: "Don't worry."

"Speaking of..." Before returning to the ring, Giotto winked at Tsunayoshi Sawada wickedly: "In the parallel world of 'I', maybe there is no tenth life."

The person holding the pocket watch stood in front of them, and it was hard for him to imagine that "he" would marry another person and have children.

Sawada Tsunayoshi is no longer the dull boy he was back then, he understood what Giotto said almost instantly.

He smiled: "Isn't that interesting?"

Feng He, who had no idea what the two were talking about, could only look at the brown-haired young man with blank and expectant eyes.

Giotto and Tsunayoshi Sawada exchanged a glance and returned to the ring.

Sawada Tsunayoshi ignited the flame, and put Vongola's ring on the pocket watch in the girl's hand.The orange flames of the two people intertwined and fused together, the pocket watch was wrapped in raging flames, and then fell to the ground.

For Fenghe, it was only a few months, but for Giotto, it has been hundreds of years.

Giotto is not much different from her memory, Fenghe clenched her pocket watch and smiled at Giotto: "Giotto!"

The person who slowly appeared in the flames reached out and grabbed the pocket watch she placed in the palm of his hand: "Good evening."

Feng He suddenly felt something soft tickle in his chest, numb to the point that his heart trembled slightly: "Good evening, Giotto."

At the tiny joint where they held the pocket watch together, Giotto's cold glove pricked her fingers slightly.

Even with the fire burning, it is still cold.

Feng He hung the pocket watch chain into her wrist with her backhand. The chain usually hung around her neck was too loose for the girl's slender wrist, so it slid down her arm all the way to her elbow.She took Giotto's hand with her free hand.

Fortunately.

can touch.

"It seems that it was right to give this to you." Giotto guessed what the girl was thinking, and he reached out to rub her long pink hair: "We meet again."

After figuring out where the pocket watch in Fenghe's hand came from, Pengo Lie had no reason to continue exploring.

And the question that Fenghe was concerned about was also thrown by Sawada Tsunayoshi to the girl Giotto to answer. Before leaving, he gave Fenghe a small square box: "This is the storage device developed by Inochiti's laboratory. Box, which can be used to store flames.

"I can only appear in this world if your pocket watch is ignited by the flame ignited by Vongola's ring. My flame is stored in it, and you can pick it up when you run out."

Feng He solemnly took the box and bowed slightly to Tsunayoshi Sawada: "Thank you, Mr. Sawada."

Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled, and left the reception room without being too polite.

Because of meeting Giotto, Feng He's trip to Sicily increased from three people with one puppet to four people with one puppet.

Two of them are still spirit bodies. With this combination, it would be a pity not to participate in Halloween.

Feng He glanced at the calendar on the phone and began to count the days with his fingers: "One day for English...two days for math...Chinese...two days for Chinese, three days for history, geography..."

"What is Xiao Fenghe counting?" "Osamu Dazai", who had never received any education on exam-oriented education, was curious.

Feng He cried with a mournful face: "I'm counting how long it will take to finish my summer homework."

After all, it's already August, if she doesn't set aside time for summer homework in advance, she will perform a miracle all night with one person, one pen and one lamp!

If I pile up my homework and write it in one day, my hands will be ruined!

and many more……

Feng He's gaze swiveled around, and then slowly landed on "Dazai Zhi".

"Mr. Dazai." Her tone was somewhat malicious.

"Osamu Dazai" smiled: "Huh?"

"I remember that Mr. Dazai is quite good at imitating handwriting?" When she was still a cat in the previous world, she often saw "Osamu Dazai" imitating the handwriting of his subordinates to fool some parents' short work.

With the quick mind of "Dazai Osamu", he immediately realized the girl's intention: "It's okay to ask me for help, Xiao Fenghe will reward me, right?"

Feng He, who hadn't thought about it at all, said with a guilty conscience: "Of course!"

"Osamu Dazai" did not expose her: "Then I will wait and see~"

Feng He felt that he was simply a planner.

For homework that can be copied from questions and textbooks like politics, she can completely mark the answers and ask "Osamu Dazai" to copy them for her.

Changing the plan, Fenghe recounted the time reserved for summer homework.

"To sum up!" Feng He pressed off the phone screen: "We can still play in Italy for 3 days!"

"Why 3 days? Isn't it only 7 days to finish the homework?"

The car slowly arrived at the destination, Feng He opened the door and walked out: "Because I go to Japan to visit my grandparents every summer vacation!"

In front of her was the entrance of the citrus orchard that she had been coveting all the way last night. There was nothing at the gate except a ticket window.

When Feng He bought the ticket, she couldn't help asking the conductor: "Your citrus orchard is not fenced, won't someone sneak in from other places to steal citrus?"

Her Italian is bad, and she learned it on the boat when she and Giotto went to Sicily.

Fortunately, Giotto was on the side to help her make up for the mistakes and omissions in the meaning of the sentence.

The conductor lady smiled after she understood: "My dear lady, I won't."

"Why?" Feng He couldn't help being curious.

"As long as they have the courage." Miss conductor gave her a meaningful smile.

Sicily is the origin of Mafia, and almost every city in this place has a Mafia.Of course, this citrus orchard will not be the citrus orchard of ordinary people.

fence?

No need for that kind of thing.

Come in and steal if you can. It is your skill to steal without being discovered. If you are caught——

The lady conductor looked at the group of girls who took the tickets and walked into the citrus orchard, her gaze drifted slowly into the distance.

Last year, the guy on the vault and Yun Shou of Peng Lie had a fight near the citrus grove and damaged a large citrus tree. The two of them paid Kirioneiro a lot of money out of their own pockets.

When they entered the citrus garden, Feng He and the others scattered to pick individually.

With a whoosh, the Lotus flew into the lush citrus trees.

Feng He looked at the direction in which Lotus disappeared, and tiptoed to reach for the citrus closest to her.

Someone behind her was slowly approaching her, then reached out, picked it, and finally handed the citrus to Feng He: "Perhaps you have something to explain to me?"

"Fenghe."

The young man's golden soft hair dazzled under the sunlight, making her a little bit dizzy.

But compared to her eyes, her mind is still more in a trance now.